Dev Dreams, Volume One by Ruth Madison

slave,” she said, “I can
always say 'no.'”
    Deepak looked at her sharply, awe on his face
and the trace of a smile.
    “Got a feisty one, did you? Good luck with
that, Dee.” They laughed again as they walked away.
    “Sorry,” Priyanka said.
    She was startled when, instead of speaking,
he took her hand and wove his fingers through hers. Affection
surged through her as she realized they were a team, close to each
other in a way that no one could touch.
    That night, same as the others, she put on
her long night gown and lay on one edge of the bed. Deepak pulled
his wheelchair along the other side and looked at her. She sat up,
suddenly self-conscious. She covered her chest with her arms and
waited for him to speak.
    “Do you find me grotesque?” he asked.
    “No,” she answered truthfully, “Not
anymore.”
    “Could I kiss you?” He looked hopeful and
scared, not like a husband exercising his rights.
    She nodded and he moved to the bed, his legs
shaking slightly.
    “Come closer,” he said and she slid up next
to him. She touched his arm and enjoyed the feel of his skin. She
grasped his upper arm and it was thick and muscular.
    Her first kiss was warm and gentle. His lips
were soft against hers. He opened her lips with his tongue and
seemed to drink her in. He ran a hand over her body, lifting up her
nightgown and touching her legs, the outside of her thighs, her
stomach, her breasts. She could almost read his delight through his
touch. The surface of his fingers was like sandpaper against her
skin, and yet she warmed as he touched her.
    The room seemed suddenly much too hot and her
nightgown was unbearably thick. She sat up and pulled it over her
head, abandoning it on the floor. Deepak took a sharp breath at her
naked body. She watched as he wiggled out of his pajama bottoms,
rocking his body side to side to maneuver them down his legs.
    When she lay back down, he slid a finger into
her and she gasped at the new sensation.
    He pressed his thumb against the outside,
while moving his finger around inside. While doing that, he was
touching himself, rubbing his genitals until they became hard. “I
want you to straddle me and put that in where my finger was,
okay?”
    More than okay, she was surprised to find
that part of her body actually craving to be filled. She had an
urge to get something inside her quickly and his body was perfect.
She pressed up and down against him while he held her hips. The
sensation was like a million butterflies tickling the inside of her
skin throughout her body. She had never felt anything so
wonderful.
    She leaned forward, her nipples grazing over
his chest, and nibbled on his neck. He dug his fingers into her
arms and cried out in pleasure. The sound caused another surge of
excitement like warm honey rushing through her.
    She shivered and grabbed handfuls of his hair
as spasms shot through her lower body and she released a moan.
    Moments later Priyanka lay against him in the
crook of his arm and he said, “I know you must have wondered what
bad fate led you here, but I think we can be happy.”
    “Sometimes good fate is disguised as
bad.”
    “Yes,” he said, sighing contentedly,
“Sometimes it is.”
     
     
    The Happiness Pact
     
    Sophie sat on one of the chairs and Alex sat
on the sofa at his parents' house. Paul pulled over another chair
and sat down. The three friends often met at Alex's house after
school, since he lived within walking distance and his parents were
rarely home. His family's house was also bigger than the one
bedroom apartment Sophie shared with her father and the modest
single story home Paul's family lived in.
    “Did you get homework for English and History
today?” Sophie asked.
    “Yeah,” Paul said, “I thought the teachers
were supposed to work out a deal where it was one or the
other.”
    Paul was an odd child. He wore turtleneck
shirts everyday and carried a briefcase to his classes. He had a
baby face that looked many years younger than